Don't you love the way blogger scrambles up your photos? Hey, I'm going with it.
I love nothing more than snooping in other people's journals. So I show mine too.
I ordered a new fountain pen, ink and sketch book just for drawing. They should arrive this week. I'm watching the mailbox.
These pages go back to the time in Oaxaca.
Lots of people have been talking online about travel. One woman who travels alone spoke of dining alone.
I responded that when I take my journal out to a restaurant or coffee house I am never alone.
The journal is like a home, my turtle shell, that goes with me and keeps me grounded.
One of the reasons I want to get back into drawing practice is that I've been lonely for my watercolors.
They're so easy to travel with. And I love to travel.
It's still cold in Oregon but the flowers are forging ahead.
John's been putting up cold frames and planting fruit trees. I'll show you more of the garden before I leave for Australia in 3 weeks. From today. Eeeeee.
It's time to get those tomatoes in the ground. And the peppers too. 'Taters went in yesterday.
I'm going to take these babies for a ride today. Mmmm, watercolor.
I'm still yearbook sketching.
Today I mail the taxes and accompany John to a remote oak grove to release squirrels from our squirrel traps (they decimate our walnut orchard so we trap 'em and take 'em to Molalla - ha ha, don't hate us Molalla!). That's what shakin' in my hood today. Later! xo